losing my senses bit by bit
nostalgia’s creeping in my soul
the landscape’s now an enemy
my eyes see a distorted role
alone in my shrinking world
i struggle inside a pressure dome
inside this lonely space
i long for the scent of home
i am trying to be strong
i know it won’t be easy
to figure out what went wrong
reminded and consumed
of the life I left behind
this journey I chose
is an unending uphill climb
a sign of weakness maybe
or I just simply realized
the deviation I made
is now claiming its’ prize
the allure of everything
in this place where I now roam
won’t ever surpass the feeling
when I smell the scent of home
RMP
11/28/15
Winnipeg MB Canada
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